You are viewing tipsywit

Previous 10

Feb. 10th, 2010

this is a "bonus jonas" poast.

bonus jonas
bonus jonas
bonus jonas
bonus jonas
bonus jonas
bonus jonas
bonus jonas

Dec. 21st, 2009

Mega Music Upload Post.







here, there, and everywhereCollapse )

Faux News Channel, Pt. 1

NO SPIN ZONECollapse )

Dec. 13th, 2009

Television and Politics of Racial Represenation.

by Justin Lewis & Sut Jhally.
[I read this for my sociology class, but basically it is one of the most memorable articles I've read this year.]

One of the abiding concerns in contemporary North American culture has been the many attempts to deal with race and racial inequality. Because racism is often understood as a perception
dependent on negative or stereotypical images, debates about race often have centered on the issue of representation, with analytical glances increasingly cast toward television, as the main image-maker in our culture.

To make sense of the many competing claims about the way black people are represented on television, we carried out an extensive study based on a content analysis of prime time television together with a series of 52 focus group interviews (made up of 26 white, 23 black, and 3 Latino groups) from a
range of class backgrounds. The interviews were designed to probe attitudes about race and the media representation thereof. To facilitate these discussions, each interview began with the viewing of an episode of The Cosby Show.

LOLREAGONLOLHUXTABLELOLOLOLOLCollapse )

Interesting, indeed...

Nov. 26th, 2009

Fall Be Kind EP



What Would You Want? Skyy?Collapse )

Absolutely fantastic!

Nov. 13th, 2009

MY FAVORITE GIFS OF ALL TIME.

Oct. 15th, 2009

this is a-story all about how my life got flipped, turned upside down.

Madonna EnthronedCollapse )

Sep. 20th, 2009

tat2.


NMH BABYYYCollapse )

Sep. 12th, 2009

i want to read:

Kafka on the Shore. Haruki Murakami.
The Wind-Up Bird Chronicle. Haruki Murakami.
The Brothers Karamazov. Fyodor Dostoevsky.
Jailbird. Kurt Vonnegut.
The Autumn of the Patriarch. Gabriel Garcia Marquez.
In Evil Hour. Gabriel Garcia Marquez.
The Sound and the Fury. William Faulkner.
Absalom, Absalom! William Faulkner.
Rabbit, Run. John Updike.
The Golden Notebook. Doris Lessing.
The Crying of Lot 49. Thomas Pynchon.
V. Thomas Pynchon.
Gravity's Rainbow. Thomas Pynchon.
Do Androids Dream of Electric Sleep? Phillip K. Dick.
The Man in the High Castle. Phillip K. Dick.
Naked Lunch. William S. Burroughs.
On the Road. Jack Kerouac.
One Flew over the Cuckoo's Nest. Ken Kessey.
The Bridge of San Louis Rey. Thornton Wilder.
Death Comes for the Archbishop. Willa Cather.
Deliverance. James Dickey.
Herzog. Saul Bellow.
Of Human Bondage. William Somerset Maugham.
Things Fall Apart. Chinua Achebe.
To the Lighthouse. Virginia Woolf.
Waiting for Godot. Samuel Beckett.
Gilead. Marilynne Robinson.
The Amazing Adventures of Kavalier & Clay. Michael Chabon.
The Yiddish Policeman's Union. Michael Chabon.
The Hours. Michael Cunninghmam.
Independence Day. Richard Ford.
American Pastoral. Phillip Roth.
The Executioner's Song. Norman Mailer.
A Death in the Family. James Agee.
The Gathering. Anne Enright.
The Possessed. Fyodor Dostoevsky.
The Idiot. Fyodor Dostoevsky.
The Master and Margarita. Mikhail Bugakov.
Dead Souls. Nikolai Gogol.
Franny and Zooey. J.D. Salinger.
A Dance to the Music of Time. Anthony Powell.
My Uncle Oswald. Roald Dahl.
Sometime Never: A Fable for Supermen. Roald Dahl.
One Day in the Life of Ivan Denisovich. Aleksandr Solzhenitsyn.
Fight Club. Chuck Palahniuk.
Surviver. Chuck Palahniuk.
Invisible Monsters. Chuck Palahniuk.
Lullaby. Chuck Palahniuk.
Diary. Chuck Palahniuk.
Hanuted. Chuck Palahniuk.
Snuff. Chuck Palahniuk.
Rant. Chuck Palahniuk.
Beloved. Toni Morrison.
The Liars' Club. Mary Karr.
Blindness. Jose Saramago.
The Things They Carried. Tim O'Brien.
Mosquitoes. William Faulkner.
The Sound and the Fury. William Faulkner.
Ulysses. James Joyce.
As I Lay Dying. William Faulkner.
Sanctuary. William Faulkner.
Pylon. William Faulkner.
Absalom, Absalom! William Faulkner.
The Hamlet. William Faulkner.
Go Down, Moses. William Faulkner.
A Fable. William Faulkner.
The Executioner's Song. Norman Mailer.
The Shipping News. E. Annie Proulx.

Sep. 8th, 2008

Guilty Pleasures, by Chuck Klosterman

In and of itself, the phrase "guilty pleasure" seems like a reasonable way to describe certain activities. For example, it is pleasurable to snort cocaine in public restrooms, and it always makes you feel guilty; as such, lavatory cocaine fits perfectly into this category. Drinking more than five glasses of gin before (or during) work generally qualifies as a guilty pleasure. So does having sex with people you barely know, having sex with people you actively hate, and/or having sex with people you barely know but whom your girlfriend used to live with during college (and will now consequently hate). These are all guilty pleasures in a technical sense. However, almost no one who uses the term "guilty pleasure" is referring to activities like these. People who use this term are usually talking about why they like Joan of Arcadia, or the music of Nelly, or Patrick Swayze's Road House. This troubles me for two reasons: Labeling things like Patrick Swayze movies a guilty pleasure implies that a) people should feel bad for liking things they sincerely enjoy, and b) if these same people were not somehow coerced into watching Road House every time it's on TBS, they'd probably be reading A Portrait of the Artist as a Young Man.

Both of these assumptions are wrong.

I suspect that Entertainment Weekly semiaccidentally started all this way back in the twentieth century with its "Guilty Pleasures" issue. Initially, this was a charming idea. It allowed the magazine to cover things that would normally be nonsensical to write about, and it dovetailed nicely with the primary cultural obsession of all people born between 1968 and 1980 (i.e., profound nostalgia for the extremely recent past). EW still publishes this annual feature, although now it just picks crazy shit to confuse soccer moms in Omaha. (I question whether any contemporary person derives pleasure from—or feels guilty about—Mr. Rogers's puppet-saturated Neighborhood of Make-Believe, which EW inexplicably included in its 2004 installment.)

What's more troubling is the forthcoming Encyclopedia of Guilty Pleasures: 1,001 Things You Hate to Love (Quirk Books). Ostensibly a reference guide for those who want to feel embarrassed about being engaged with life, The EGP is a compilation of everything that's been popular over the past fifty years, augmented by short essays about why we can't help but adore these terrible, terrible things. These are things like Michael Jackson's Thriller, an album that 1) was produced by Quincy Jones, 2) features guitar playing by Eddie Van Halen, 3) includes at least three singles that are undeniably awesome, and 4) has the single-best bass line from the entire 1980s (the opening of "Billie Jean"). It is a guilty pleasure, presumably, because forty-five million people liked it, and because Jackson is quite possibly a pedophile, and because two dancers had a really unfair knife fight* in the "Beat It" video. This is akin to considering Thomas Jefferson a guilty pleasure because he briefly owned two pet bears. I mean, he still wrote the fucking Declaration of Independence, you know?

*Here's why the knife fight was rigged: If you recall, the two gang members in the video had their wrists tied together before they started trying to slice each other up. However, the white guy with the striped shirt had his right wrist tied, and the black guy in the white suit had his left wrist tied. So—unless the white guy was a southpaw—this situation was patently unfair.


--Chuck Klosterman is the author of many fine books, including Chuck Klosterman IV which is available at your local bookstore or online, at BarnesAndNoble.com.

Previous 10